This is a song about "John marston"

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

They don't wanna see their boy john in the center of a missing persons column

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

Walking around in a bitches thong listening to elton john

We got soul but no control, like john rambo rippin' throats

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Im john marston the pioneering jedi,

So fuck phoma, tobylain, john five pain to survive

That's where i hound your wife, she see the 4 pounds of ice

Charge i'll take ya dough call you john you get played more

I got something you've been waiting for

And i'mma show you how the south was won

Now we gone gone, out our minds like john john

U ask for forgivness i know we all ain't holy st. john

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don